Thursday, February 9, 2012

It IS "Award Season", After All.

It's always nice to know that there are people out there reading what I write; even nicer to know that someone is enjoying it. (Even nicer when it happens on a day when I cannot think of a single thing to write about!)

So, thank you to Tara at Faith in Ambiguity, both for the recognition, and for giving me a writing prompt.

Tara has awarded me both "The Versatile Blogger", and "The Irresistibly Sweet Blog Award"!

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Apparently, there are some rules that go along with accepting these awards, and they're both quite similar:

In a post on your blog, nominate 15 fellow bloggers for The Versatile Blogger (and/or Irresistibly Sweet Blog) Award.In the same post, thank the blogger who nominated you in a post with a link back to their blog.In the same post, share 7 completely random pieces of information about yourself.In the same post, include this set of rules.

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So... seven completely random facts about me. (I, like Tara, will not be boring you with seven facts for each, because that would make for a really long post.) Here we go:

1. I really hated working in an office. No matter how nice the office, or the people, there's something about being shut in a little room doing the same thing again and again, day after day, that is just not appealing. (Then again, maybe I just haven't found the right office.) Despite my pervasive aversion to office work, I love office supplies.

2. I quit gymnastics when I was little because there was a mean girl there who stole my socks. They were cable knit ecru knee socks.

3. I am hopelessly attracted to a "bargain". 1/2 pound of buttons for $5? yes please! $10 bag of miscellaneous crap? You bet! There's got to be something good in there, right? It's why I watch "Storage Wars" with my husband, and want to go to yard sales.

4. I want a sheep. I would name him Bob. Or maybe Jim. I want him to live in the backyard and grow lots and lots of wool that I can shear and make into sweaters. I'd need to get someone to come and shear him though, because I saw it once on TV, and it looked like if you're not quick, the sheep will try to eat you. Also, you probably need more than one sheep to get much wool.

5. I have this totally irrational fear that someone will break into my house, kill my family and then make me pretend to be his wife. He will move me around from town to town and he will kill people and make me serve them up at potluck dinners in Sheppard's pie. (I said it was irrational.)

6. I regret taking band in highschool instead of art. I never play a french horn anymore, but I've got art/craft supplies on every surface. Having some actual lessons in technique might have been useful.

7. When I was a kid, there was a linen closet in the hall. There was a space at the top that was just big enough to fit a pillow, a blanket, a book and me. I used to hang out in there and read.

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And now, for my nominees. I believe that I will (again, as Tara did) be awarding both of these awards to my recipients:

13 comments:

Your art class random thought reminded me: my husband's ex-girlfriend is giving children's art classes here. They're all the rage and everyone is taking them -- I just figure she wouldn't appreciate having her ex-boyfriend's kid in her class.

Thank you friend! OK, I laughed out loud at your irrational fear. Not because it isn't scary - because it really, really is - but because it's so very specific. They say you have to face your fears. But I'm not quite sure how you would ever go about facing that one... (of course, I'm afraid of old rocking chairs and windchimes and racoons, so who am I to talk about fear?)

My little sister forbid me to watch any more horror movies years ago. They seem to stay in the back of my mind and turn into these really odd amalgamations of things to be afraid of.

Windchimes and old rocking chairs are a perfectly valid fear. Things are not supposed to move when nothing is touching them, and YET, old rocking chairs and windchimes insist on it. How is that NOT creepy?

Oh, God, I love #5. Now I will have to be very suspicious of any Shepherd's pie that I am served. I am not smart enough to have this kind of high level irrational fear. I am worried that there are zombies in my laundry area. It is OK to go out there in the dark if my cat is there because he is like garlic to zombies, but otherwise, I may not make it back. Don't get me started on swimming pool sharks...

I saw a YouTube video a couple of years ago where the guy said he set up a surveillance camera in his kitchen so that he could catch his girlfriend drinking the last of the milk or something. He didn't catch her in the act, but he did find that there was a woman living in the storage compartment above a cupboard in his kitchen. She'd apparently been there for weeks. She would crawl out at night to steal food and pee in the sink and stuff. I couldn't sleep for a week.

Now, I don't know if it was true or not, but you can bet that all my storage areas are chock full of crap, just to avoid that kind of thing. I still put a board in front of the door before bed, just in case.

A cat totally would've found her, and I imagine they make excellent zombie repellant. Good idea!

This is Me:

I am a stay at home mum, a writer, and an artist. I've got three amazing little girls. Beege is 10, Keebee is 8, and Bean joined us in February. They keep me on my toes and don't give me time for much else. They call me Mummy, but most people call me Jessica. Oh, Husband is around here somewhere too. (He's pretty awesome.)